I am from the open fields of grass,

the dirt on the uniforms of my team.

I am from the hard stone walls,
from the hallway of detention.

  I’m from the the parks in my neighborhood,

from the fields of flowers that surround everything.

I’m from the fresh smell of baked food,

the taste of cookies in the kitchen.

I am from the old rotting wood,

from the cracks in the floors of the wood.

From the lost car found under a bridge,

in the cold freezing lake.

From the shops of transmissions & engines,

the smell of the oil on the floor.

From the long track of gravel,

the smell of burning rubber.

I’m from the ring of sweat & pain,

dripping blood drying on the surface.

From the end of dirt roads & grass fields,

the beginning of nothing and the end of everything.